Poem // Harpy
Harpy, hear my boredom roar
as you raise your griffin claws.
Harpy, your song is darkness
for there is no light in bones.
Harpy, the rock you sit upon
is damp and cold and lonely.
Harpy, hear my boredom roar
as you raise your griffin claws.
Harpy, your song is darkness
for there is no light in bones.
Harpy, the rock you sit upon
is damp and cold and lonely.
The Independent newspaper today briefly reports that 75 starlings fell out of the sky and on to the driveway of a a house in Coxley, Somerset last weekend. Police called in the RSPCA after reports of “whooshing” sounds and birds falling within a 12-foot area. Most of the starlings had suffered broken beaks, legs and wings and had abdominal injuries.